[Examining a wine bottle]
Pseudolus: Was 1 a good year?

Lt. Barney Greenwald: And now we come to the man who should have stood trial. The Caine's favorite author. The Shakespeare whose testimony nearly sunk us all. Tell 'em, Keefer.
Lt. Tom Keefer: No, you go ahead. You're telling it better.
Lt. Barney Greenwald: You ought to read his testimony. He never even HEARD of Captain Queeg!
Lt. Steve Maryk: Let's forget it, Barney.
Lt. Barney Greenwald: Queeg was sick, he couldn't help himself. But you, you're real healthy. Only you didn't have one-tenth the guts that he had.
Lt. Tom Keefer: Except I never fooled myself, Mr. Greenwald.
Lt. Barney Greenwald: I wanna drink a toast to you, Mr. Keefer. From the beginning you hated the Navy. And then you thought up this whole idea and you managed to keep your skirts nice and starched and clean, even in the court martial. Steve Maryk will always be remembered as a mutineer. But you, you'll publish your novel, you'll make a million bucks, you'll marry a big movie star, and for the rest of your life you'll live with your conscience, if you have any. Here's to the real author of the Caine mutiny. Here's to you, Mr. Keefer.
[Splashes wine in Keefer's face]
Lt. Barney Greenwald: If you wanna do anything about it, I'll be outside. I'm a lot drunker than you are - so it'll be a fair fight.

Mordred: I like my women married, my willpower weak, my wine strong, and my saints fallen.

Sanders: Brown, you're a gentleman! You've got breeding! You must have faith!
Brown: Why?
Sanders: Why? Why in Heaven's name, man, what do you believe in?
Brown: Would it really interest you? Oh, a lot of things. A good horse, steak and kidney pudding, a fellow named George Brown, the asinine futility of this war, being frightened, being drunk enough to be brave and brave enough to be drunk, the feel of the sea when you swim, the taste and strength of wine, the loveliness of women, the splendid, unspeakable joy of killing Arabs, the smell of incense and bacon, the weight of a fist, an old pair of shoes, a toothache, triunph...
Sanders: STOP!
Brown: All right.

Victor Parmalee: You'll dive with Calder - dive all over the Aegean Sea. Except in one spot: the spot with the boy on a dolphin.
Phaedra: But sir...
Victor Parmalee: [Cutting her off] Dive until he runs out of patience, runs out of ambition, out of money, out of oxygen, and hope!
Phaedra: [Tapping her finger to her temple] Oh, Mr. Parmalee, you have plenty of noodle, you know?
Victor Parmalee: Thank you.
Phaedra: Now, we all have wine!

Hajji Baba: I thirst for adventure as some do for wine... especially if it's profitable.

Italo Bombolini: [the town council wants to resist German occupation] Every Santa Vittorian has known for the last thousand years: brave men and good wine - they don't last long.

Italo Bombolini: [Repeated line] There is no wine.

Micah: Asham. I've drunk deep of every wine from here to Petra, and I've had my full share of women. Yet I'm behaving like a beardless boy panting for the first forbidden fruit that he sees. A priestess who worships a painted graven image! But she's in my blood!

Lady Esme Hammond: Sherry, Marya?
Countess Marya Zaleska: Thank you, I never drink... wine.